Jing Luo looked at Jing Shaoxuan, who had bright red blood stained at the corners of his lips, a coldness never seen before resting in the depths of his eyes.
If the original owner of this body were still here, watching this family of evildoers die one by one, how satisfying would it have been?
What a pity that after enduring so much torture, even with a second chance at life, that young man would never get to see this scene unfold today!
Chapter 167